β¨ Jay's confidence was a strange thing. A few differences in the situation or just another day and he'd be all brazen and smug. He was as unpredictable as predictable, really. Yet the catty clap backs and embarrassment flushing Jay's cheeks settled as that warmth enveloped him, seeping deep into well-worn muscles.
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Brows threw up at the word 'apology'. Jay balked. β© In your wildest fucking dreams, man.
β¨ He settled, instead, in silenceβhead tilting back against the edge with a warm hum. The sound of rushing water brought Jay's attention lazily toward Dick's direction and jesus christ. An exhale slipped out barely parted lips. He'd suggest Sizhui not to be fooled by Dick's charming smile but here were those pale blues watching hot droplets of water slide down taut rippling muscle and boy this was a feeling Jay hadn't had in some fucking time. Grayson was 100% a menace to society. Especially when he was wet and cocky. β© What, leaving my ass here already now that I actually got in?